Magnificent in danger, and fearless of the flood
of the gasoline around him, and driven by the love of Valhalla, the lie, the scam for which they died, all the the warboys on the desert had the wool over their eyes,
the older order and a goiter tightening down on Nux’s neck
he tried to light the match, but the Splendid kept in check


... sigh. THEY HAVE NEVER SEEN WOOL. Do I need to get them a whole new vocabulary? That is a complex project. Maybe I should go back to plants.